It turned out that a werewolf was ruthless enough to scrape the flesh off the back of his hand layer by layer, just to see if the mark had really disappeared. His palm was instantly reduced to a bloody mess.
"It's gone! It's gone! It's really gone! Hahahaha..." The werewolf was suddenly ecstatic, even though only bare bone was left of his hand. His body was still moving excitedly in all kinds of ways.
The expression on his face was incredulous to the point of madness.
The laughter was as infectious as a disease; in an instant, all the remnants of the surviving soldiers began to laugh. Some were so emotional they were crying on the ground like children.
Those who were seriously wounded were coughing blood but still shaking with excitement. Some were on the brink of death: lying on the ground, feeling the residual warmth being carried away by the rainwater, their expression was one of catharsis.
